The Next Heir

Julia Springforth was someone to be envied at Hogwarts. She was beautiful and had friends who were famous like Rose Weasley, James Potter and Scorpius Malfoy. Despite that, she never felt proud of herself for being a half- veela, thus she kept it a secret. All her life, she asked herself why she was abandoned by her father and then her mother afterwards, but never got any answers. And then, she soon found herself having abnormal abilities… even for a witch.

((The story will start with Julia being in the first year but there will be a timeskip bringing them to the main story - the fourth year.))


19. A Lord and a Death Eater

Dinner soon passed with a lot of questions directed towards Scorpius.

"You're a Gryffindor?"

"Why are you interested in Gryffindor?"

"You are a Keeper like Ron?"

"How did your father reacted to the news?"

"How did your grandfather reacted to the news?"

After dinner, the rest of us was way too tired to play any games together.

I ambled out of the Shell Cottage, towards the campfire in the middle of our tents. As I was walking closer to the bright heat, I spotted Scorpius sitting nearby it, his hand running through his pale-blond hair.

"Frustrated about something?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

Scorpius looked up and stared at me dazedly.

"Nothing much." Scorpius replied, his piercing gray eyes looking at mine.

I quietly tucked my hair back behind my ear. We sat in silence, waiting for Rose, Hailey and James to come out.

"I've always wondered if it was my imagination." Scorpius suddenly said.

I looked at him, my eyes full of curiosity of what he was going to say next.

"During the sorting session in our first year, I had a debate with the sorting hat." Scorpius chuckled, looking up into the night sky full of stars, as if he was reminiscing about something. He smiled, looking genuinely happy.

"A part of me wanted to please my father. Be a Slytherin. A part of me wanted to not be judged. Thus wanting to try a different house."

He looked back down at me.

The fire was reflected in his eyes.

"In the midst of my debate with the sorting hat, I heard a voice. It was as if only I, and the sorting hat, who was reading my mind, could hear it. And that voice was the reason why I wanted to be in Gryffindor."

Scorpius didn't leave his eyes off me as he said the rest.

"I think that voice was you."

I held my breath as Scorpius told me those words. It was as if a film was being played inside my head, I remembered that moment vividly.

Scorpius' sorting was a hat-stall. I somehow heard his voice, his debate with the sorting hat, which wasn't said out loud, just them exchanging thoughts.

I heard his fears. His fears of being judged. And somehow my thoughts was being sent to him. It was as if we did... telepathy.

Then, hypotheses started jumping around in my mind.

My powers of being able to see and hear people's darkest thoughts and fears was inherited from 'them'. The Dark Lord and Salazar Slytherin's locket.

But the 'telepathy' between two people is impossible. Unless it had something to do with the bond between the Dark Lord's blood and...

Draco Malfoy's blood.

What if...

The reason why I could only do telepathy with Scorpius is because he has the Death Eater's Blood running inside of him?

Is it even possible for a Death Eater's Blood to pass onto the next generation?

"I can't remember quite clearly about what happened back then, Scorpius." I said, avoiding his eyes.

Scorpius smiled at me.

"I guess it was just my imagination then."

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